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To start things off in my blackmail photos page I'll give you guys this shot of me. This was taken during the play The Miracle Worker where yours truely landed the role of the Cap'n.... |
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Next on our blackmail list is Jessica. I've been flirting with this girl and trying to land a date with her for about the past 6 years. And seeing how I have recently "misplaced" a girlfriend I'm eligable to enter the contest again. Wheter or not I will is yet to be seen... |
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This poor soul just happend to stagger back to his dorm room even though he still has a little bit of blood left in his alcohol stream. As punishment for not sharing the beer he is being tattooed by one of his "close personal friends". Allegedly, this "CPF" anally raped the poor guy just after this shot was taken. At least... that's how the story goes... |
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Nothing gives a man more joy than to be able to mis-match clothing on his wedding day without his soon-to-be wife nagging him about it. Well, ok. Maybe there are other things that give a man more joy, but this is a family oriented website. In case you didn't know... The groom is the second from the left... |
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I never thought that my skills with a camera were worth anything until the day I took this shot. I think the reason why is self explainitory... |
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Allow me to formally introduce you to my baby. When the photographers asked my senior class to bring in props for their graduation photos they were shocked at what they saw. Some people brought in stuffed animals, others brought in live animals such as dogs, cats and even the occasional horse, but I brought in the King of all Horses. My 1981 Ford Mustang Cobra that was special ordered from the factory. I could go on forever bragging about my baby, but I'll spare you this once... |
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I did name this page "Blackmail Photos", didn't I? This shot is of a "ritual" born on overnight band trips while I was in high school. This specific example occured at Virginia Beach. As you can see, a friend and I would do the "rockette thing" wearing only our boxers (and the occasional sock) from our room balcony or in front of a window. This officially christened the room and made it bearable. No trip was complete without it. |
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Ever wonder what 35 people crammed into a 17 passenger Ford Econoline van would look like? Wonder no more. |
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Mike, this one's all you, man. Enjoy. |
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